It seems the good guys always lose.
Knight on charger
rose in hand
His maiden awaits
Her heart he commands
But alas foul vision
It is only a lie
Just a ghost, naught more
Of a time gone by
Though knight heard her call
And answered her cry
She willingly clung
To a rogue passing by
Now he gallantly stands
Rusting armor and arm
Awaiting her call
And to save her from harm
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